Blocked.

When it comes to cracking my knuckles and starting my book again, I don’t know if being painfully aware of the fact that people only understand something from their own perspective gives me the absolute expansive freedom to write whatever I please or if it simply makes any attempt to finish a piece that aims…

Sticks and Stones.

Sticks and Stones set the tone and Nature will always bless me. Morning pop to the shops. I’ll be picking up some good reads and rocks for a close friend and spoiling myself with breakfast, oils and organic ingredients for my body scrubs. Someone once asked me what I like to do for fun. I…

Cutting Ties.

When do we cut ties with trauma, folks? So many of us, myself included, are so accustomed to trauma and those feel-good stints in recovery from trauma, that we have no idea how to face real healing when it knocks on our door. There is a sense of deep-rooted loss that occurs when we are…

Raw.

They said everyone loved me, but how? It wasn’t even true until I met you. Someone who knew where I’ve stepped off the deep end and to what extent I tried to right my ship after such a huge fall. It is about that time I’d forgive you and move on. About that time that…

Hello, Life! Goodbye, Zombie.

Life can’t be all about recovery, even if it is necessary. There has to be a dose of fun, a tincture of madness and a dollup of creative expression in there somewhere! Part of my personal journey to healing is a balance of dedicated recovery work and fun. I think this is what has been…

Event Horizon.

The Event Horizon is a point of no return – the edge of something big. I’m there. It’s a turning point for me. Have you ever stopped to thank the Universe for being exactly where you had wished to be years ago? Many times, we tend to not even notice the subtle changes day to…

Run.

There’s a trap door down the stone path that leads to another rock bottom, or two. My millionth run isn’t meant for you. There’s a lady on the couch in this drunken dream of mine, sipping on the koolaide just to be confined. We wonder where we’ve gone to on this road to the inhumane,…